Well, on Feb. 3 I’ll have achieved this feat — something even mad dogs and Englishmen would baulk at. Except, of course, for those terrifying romance writers who churn out a new novel every month. How do they do it? This is how. ROMANCE NOVELIST (PACING ACROSS HER CONSERVATORY, TO…

Or: How — not — to get to Nuremburg. It was last Sunday a.m. and I was just driving home from playing a lovely concert with the English Symphony Orchestra in Worcester Cathedral. Basically, everything was — up to that point — absolutely FINE. I’d been staying at my friend Cecily’s house — thatched roof, shared lake, spreading vistas…

Jokes about terms used by pro musicians (originally published by Verbatim magazine) The terminology preferred by classical musicians is, on the whole, pretty blackly humourous. To classical music fans this may come as a surprise but then, classical music’s image has never married with its reality. To the general public, orchestral players appear to be sedate, stiff-backed…

On novelists’ book signings, Jane Austen, Emma’s dead mother and Little Bo-Peep As the local library was having an event, I was invited, along with other local writers, to sell paperbacks on the author’s tables. I was game for a laugh. I like book signings and I also had a…

(Or, how to win friends with Twitter, Facebook, Instagram etc.) “Social media” are two words capable of striking terror into many artists — musicians in particular. Everybody knows that we’re meant to promote ourselves — and our concerts and our every group — our chamber groups or solos most particularly…

Recollections of a misspent childhood in Asia and America I was born at a very early age, and made a very great fuss of. This was because the Korean War had only been over for about a decade or so, and I was the only non-Korean squirt in the hospital…

Well, on Feb. 3 I’ll have achieved this feat — something even most mad dogs and Englishmen would baulk at. Except, of course, for those terrifying romance writers who churn out a new novel every month. How do they do it? This is how. ROMANCE NOVELIST (PACING ACROSS HER CONSERVATORY…

Dood was born funny; his smile could light up a room. When I was alone with him at the end of the church, preparing to process past the packed pews towards my fiancé and his best man Ron — yes, in that holy, deep and moving moment when he was…